C7

Chapter XVIII

The undercurrent at the ball 7

Helping the girl?

Looks like she is Zhang Yi's friend. She was present when the hotel confessed five years ago.

Su Qian smiled slightly: "Miss Zhang is Miss Rong's friend."

Yes, Zhang Yi is my best friend. Su Qian, you are too shameless, I saw you hug and hug that old man just now, do you not reject him? Tell me, what is your purpose in coming back?

"So what?"

Su Qian's smile became wider, and his posture became lazier.

Indistinctly, it gave off the feeling that he was a clown.

Rong Ya Hui started to get agitated for no reason.

He pointed at Su Qian's nose and said, "I'll kill you."

Su Qian did not even pay attention to the other party's arrogant and despotic actions.

The smile was still as faint as a flower.

"Is this the first time Miss Rong has come to such an occasion?"

"Your skirt was a Spring and Autumn 2005 model. At that time, the market price of this dress was around 30,000, while the custom-made dress was around 70 thousand. Your skirt was a Spring and Autumn 2005 model of Elie Saab, at that time, the market price of this skirt was around 30,000, the custom-made dress was around 70 thousand.

Rong Ya Hui looked dumbstruck at the woman who was casually commenting about her clothes, but his face had an even more uncomfortable and awkward expression.

Su Qian's gaze swept from the dress to her feet. "Fish beak shoes combined with this wine red one-shoulder dress is perfect, it's a pity that these shoes are too small, your big toe looks like it's been wronged."

Song Ya blushed and subconsciously hid her feet behind her skirt.

"Hur hur." Su Qian chuckled, "ElieSaab's clothing is always filled with elegance and elegance, it's most suitable to be combined with jewelry, and not a pearl necklace. But I understand you, other people might get tired of wearing clothes and give it to you as a gift, but jewelry is not possible, the only jewelry that you can afford is pearls."

"Su Qian, don't look down on us."

"Your makeup is very exquisite, and the COCO perfume you wear is also very tempting. However, Miss Rong, I'm afraid you don't understand the tastes of the upper class."

Rong Ya Hui's face had completely turned the color of a pig's liver.

She felt like a cheap doll wearing a noble gown. Under Su Qian's bland smile, the gown was torn apart, revealing her body that was made of the cheap materials.

Although Su Qian's smile was not dazzling or mocking, the more she smiled, the more Rong Ya Hui felt that she was a complete clown.

It was enough, she didn't want to hear it anymore, but Su Qian didn't have any intention of stopping.